by lori | Feb 1, 2016 | Artists, Artists, Love, Poetry
First draft of a poem I’m working on. I noticed that I was deeply in love with the words “epoxy resin” and also my husband’s decision to become a full-time artist now too, and this poem showed up as a result… Artist Homes she kneels at... by lori | Nov 26, 2014 | Caregiving, Epic tales, Here and now, Poetry
I. with tears, cloaked in half truths clinging to fear and rage the adults turned scattered to earth’s farthest corners from great distance built walls weapons did battle. Fucking grownups. II. Left behind on wide open plains Winter’s abandoned children...